What is true of the wave is true of nothing

The cheerless astronaut of the archipelagos
I salute your fluidic orange and envy your decisive pride.
Where energies meet corals meet, next to and around and the sound of trash barges, to reach out and reflect in panic.
One of them is parsimonious, the other knows phenomena.
Where is somebody she quips, and when can we see what is going to happen?
Of your blood colored sun when you hold out your breath.
Like the lonely broken glass of evening stars some seize but I relinquish your clay like garden.
Begin on the flasks that wait for you pampering the rotten chairs, deceiving the doors.
The delicious banner gave it joy.
What seems simultaneous to one will not seem so to another.
For a day, maybe too few to count, I rested under a harrowing wind
at a bus stop, waiting for the custodian to be amid.